The worst thing is, she wants him to do it again. Or a part of her does anyway, the part she's furiously telling to shut the hell up. Hugging her elbows, she has an almost pained expression on her face.

"Don't," she answers, too quickly. "Don't apologize. It's my fault." And now, because she doesn't know what to do, other than run away, that's more or less what she intends to do. "I should... I should go."